In this way, a strange scene occurred at the scene.
Twenty elves on the hillside were sitting on the grass talking and chatting, and more than 230 trolls below the hillside were also resting and chatting.
They were 100 meters apart, and everything was peaceful and harmonious. That's right! The atmosphere was harmonious, because there was an elf or troll running back and forth among them and greeting each other.
And Yulin Blood Eagle's words are also very boring. It's just about have you eaten? What have you eaten? You can eat any kind of meat? It's too barbaric. We have magic bread here. Do you want to eat it? I'll give you some.
It’s too hard to run such a long way, and I have to go back later. Eat some, otherwise you will have no strength and no poison!
The elf translator running back and forth actually ate half a piece of bread in front of the trolls, and some of the trolls actually ate it too. It really didn't happen at all. Later, the elf who sent the message simply stood near the middle and didn't look back.
Sorry, because there is too much nonsense about Yulin Blood Eagle.
When the Yulin Blood Eagle shouted, he heard it and translated it to the troll. The troll simply sent a troll who could speak Elvish language to the center near the center. If he had anything to say, he would shout to the troll.
The troll said to the elf.
At this point in the battle, the Far Traveler officers were speechless. They had killed more than 70 people just now, and their blood hadn't even dried yet, and now they were giving them bread.
Later, the officers on both sides couldn't find anything to talk about, so the two translators in the middle started chatting again. At first, it was because the elf translator felt thirsty, so he used the water making technique to make a bottle of water and drank it. The troll
The translator was also thirsty, but he didn't know how to create water, so he told the elf translator, "I'm thirsty too, please give me a bottle."
The elf translator didn't say anything, just threw the water over, and made another bottle for himself to drink. Because he was bored for a while, he made another bread and ate and drank at the same time. The troll translator had already been on the road for a long time, and now he spent a long time delivering the message.
He was thirsty and hungry early in the morning, so he asked the elf for bread. The elf interpreter made him a piece of bread, and he finished it in three or two bites. When he saw the elf interpreter frowning and biting the bread, he only took a few bites and stopped eating, and threw the bread away.
to the ground.
The troll ran over and startled the elf translator, thinking that the other party was attacking and hurriedly retreated. Unexpectedly, the troll ran over and picked up the bread dropped by the elf, then returned it and finished it in a few mouthfuls with a smile on his face.
The elf translator asked: "You have eaten all of them, are you still not full?"
The troll translator said: "I can eat three more."
I really don’t believe the elf translator.
"Really!" said the troll translator.
The elf translator actually made three more loaves for him, and the troll actually finished three of them and asked for a bottle of water.
Seeing the troll's huge appetite, the elf translator was surprised and asked: "Is it delicious?"
"Yummy!" said the troll translator.
Of course the elf translator didn't believe it. How could he not know how good the magic bread he made was? It was weird enough to be able to eat just one. How hungry he must be to be able to eat so much.
"Are you full?" the elf translator asked again.
"I'm full!" the troll translator laughed: "I've never been so full before, I feel so comfortable!"
"Are you often hungry?" the elf translator asked.
"Yes! Sometimes I can't catch any prey for a day, so I have to go hungry." said the troll translator.
"Why can't we catch prey in the forest?" asked the elf translator.
"Everyone is hunting, and I'm not the only one. Is it any wonder that I can't hunt?" The troll translator felt that the elf was too idiotic to ask: "Besides, most of the forest is controlled by you elves, and the area is only so large.
Don’t dare to go too far out to hunt.”
"Then don't you grow something to eat?" asked the elf translator, "just like humans."
"Grow corn but not enough to eat. There are too many people, so you can only get a little bit. Eat a little bit when you can't catch prey, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable." The troll translated.
"You don't even have enough to eat and you come to fight with us?" asked the elf translator.
"Yes, if you fight, you will have something to eat, and you will never die of hunger!" the troll translated.
"Why is there something to eat when fighting?" the elf translator asked the troll strangely. The elf translator didn't understand what the relationship between fighting and eating was, because elves never had this problem.
"The chief gives out things when there is a war, and..." The troll translator pointed to the corpses of more than 70 trolls on the ground.
The elf translator retched. He had long heard that trolls eat people, but the feeling of actually seeing corpses on the ground was completely different from when the trolls admitted to eating corpses.
"So you are fighting because you have something to eat!" the elf said with a bitter smile.
"Of course, it's not for eating, so why do you hunt? When we were hunting, someone snatched my prey, so I beat him too," the troll translator said.
"Didn't you come to attack us because our Silver Moon City was built on your ancient holy land?" asked the elf translator.
"I don't know those things. I only know that if we fight, we don't have to go hungry. The chief will give us something back." The troll translated.
"What are you giving?" the elf translator asked curiously.
"Such a big bag of corn!" the troll translator gestured.
The elf translator laughed. That was only fifty or sixty pounds. He smiled and said, "Then I will give you two big bags of corn. Can you help me beat it?"
The troll translator nodded, then immediately shook his head and said, "You can't defeat you if you have fewer people, but it's easier for us to defeat you if we have more people!" He pointed at 20 elves and then more than 200 trolls.
Sure enough, everyone likes more people to beat others, and the same goes for trolls. If Yulin Blood Eagle knew what the troll said, he would probably burst into tears and say that he finally found his comrade!
"But our people are so powerful! Look, twenty of them killed 70 of you!" said the elf translator.
"That won't help, we have more people!" the troll translator said: "You elves don't have warriors who will run around whenever a fight breaks out."
"I didn't run away just now!" the elf translator said.
"Usually you all run, but one of you ran away just now, that one. When others chased him, he always ran around and didn't dare to fight!" The troll translator pointed at the Yulin Blood Eagle who was chatting with the Farstrider officers.
Yulin Blood Eagle was stunned. He saw the troll pointing at him from a distance. He asked the elf translator what the troll said.
The elf translator shouted over there: "Sir, the troll said you are not a warrior. Everyone else was fighting just now, and you were the only one running away."
The words translated by the elf made the Farstrider officers burst into laughter. The troll forward commander also saw the situation and asked what was going on. Hearing the reply from the troll translator, he also laughed and said: "Yes! Yes! It's that coward."
, has been shooting arrows from the outside, not daring to come near."
Yulin Xueying said with an expression on his face: "Tell him that this is called flying a kite. He doesn't understand such a high-tech job! I will remember him and will spank him after spanking his superior officer's ass."
The troll translator listened to the elf's message and said, "He is just making excuses because he is too timid to fight. I want to challenge him to a duel and ask him if he dares?"
The elf translator shouted there again: "Sir, he said that you are too timid to fight, and he wants to challenge you to a duel! I want to ask you if you dare."
Yulin Blood Eagle is so angry, tmd, even an ordinary soldier dares to despise me? I am also trained by Queen Xi after all. Although I am not a boss, I am still an elite level! You are just an ordinary soldier.
If you dare to challenge me, isn't that asking for death? Then I said to the elf translator: "Tell him, you can fight, but whoever loses will be the slave of the other party."
The troll translator agreed, but the troll forward commander also noticed the situation here and asked the troll translator what was going on. The troll told the matter. The troll forward commander said: "I'll go talk to him.
In a one-on-one fight, whoever loses will lead the people over there to surrender and see if he dares to do so. He only has twenty people over there, but I have more than 230 here. They have 10 times more people and he takes advantage."
The elf translated the message and came back.
Yulin Xueying cursed angrily: "I'm a fucking monster, you dare to come here, right? Ask him what if he loses and his subordinates don't agree to surrender?"
The elf interpreter sent the message back.
The troll forward commander over there yelled loudly at his men, and his men all cheered loudly. Then the elf translator came back and said that their men over there all agreed. It seemed that the troll forward commander was very prestigious.
Duels are generally a very sacred thing in Azeroth, and once the decision is made, it is rare to regret it. The person who is most likely to regret it is Yulin Blood Eagle, a person who is not from Azeroth.
He didn't have this ideological awareness, so he had no burden. Anyway, he had already made up his mind. If he lost, he would regret it. At worst, he would kill all these trolls in the end. Things like this kind of medieval chivalry are already extinct on the earth.
Yulin Blood Eagle thinks so.
Yulin Blood Eagle rushed down angrily, followed quietly by 16 and 17 Night Walkers each with 10 Night Walkers.
The trolls over there saw that only one person from the other side had come down. The troll forward commander waved his hand to stop his men in place. He picked up a big ax and a big shield and walked towards the center. When he arrived at the center, there were two people on each side, two on each side.
A duelist and two translators.
"Who are you? Are you so arrogant?" Yulin Blood Eagle asked.
"Zuga, who are you?" the troll forward commander asked him.
"Aren't Yulin Blood Eagle, Baron of Quel'Thalas, and Lord of Sarandis Island powerful?" Yulin Blood Eagle said, wondering what this guy has to do with Zujin? Why do they all have the same last name?
"I, I am also a chief, although I am younger," said the troll forward commander. As far as his identity is concerned, his confidence is not very high.
"Do you know Zu Jin? If you know him, I won't fight you. Zu Jin and I are good friends!" Yulin Blood Eagle said, thinking it would be better to ask. If he is someone from Zu Jin's big boss,
That person is at least at the level of a mini-boss. We, a small elite, may not be able to pick him out.
"Who is Zujin?" Zujia asked.
"The chief of the Darkspear Trolls!" Yulin Blood Eagle said, thinking that you don't recognize him, so you have to fight him.
"You will also be friends with trolls?" Zuga asked.
"Why not?" Yulin Blood Eagle said: "The Zujin people are good, but they are a bit too suspicious."
"If you lose, I can also treat you as a friend!" Zujia said.
"If you lose, I may not necessarily regard you as a friend. To be my friend requires some ability." Yulin Blood Eagle said with a smile.
"If you lose, I won't kill you, and I won't let others kill you!" Zujia said.